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It belongs to some big rich umm.. company.
Hidden Pasts Chapter six
Stolen Memories
*Months later*
As usual Matt watched the town, so much transpired there. Eliab had never let him in the town, much less talk to people. According to his rules , that was forbidden. One day he knew he was going to go their any way , and this was the day. There was no way Eliab could watch him all the time, just most the time. And today was the elected day he decided that Eliab wasn't watching him. Besides he had even heard his uncle say that he was going to take care of some business that day. Uncle, that's what Eliab had told Matt he was. Strange though, they held almost no resemblance. The only visible resemblance Matt saw was that his "uncle" happened to have blue eyes.
Matt walked down the twisting road that led to the town, he had in mind what time he was required to be back without his uncle noticing him. Therefore he walked quickly, time was limited.
As Matt entered the town , he marveled at the people running to and from on their daily tasks. Why did Eliab tell him not to go to this place anyway, he saw nothing wrong with it. As he walked pass he tried to stay out of everybody's way, but that was difficult . As one person yelled at him to move one place, another told him to move again. But after a short while the boy began to get use to his surroundings. He saw stand keepers yelling that their food was better than their neighbors, he saw people haggling over the prices of the clothing. Children were running through the crowds playing, and women were standing in small circles gossiping, this made the town a very noisy place. It was noisier if you were in the market which was exactly where Matt was.
And that's when Matt noticed the apples. The red delicious apples the fat vendor was selling. Surely he wouldn't notice if he was missing one, there was nothing wrong with borrowing. Well not exactly borrowing,….sharing. Yeah, he would be sharing the fat mans apples, he didn't need the any way.
Creeping from behind, and dodging the towns peoples feet, Matt grabbed an apple and ran , praying no one had seen him. Sometimes God says no!
"Stop thief", he heard the man yell, getting surprised gasped from the people. And that's when people started chasing him. At first it was just the stand keeper, that was until he yelled ten shekels for the one who caught him. But it didn't stop their ,the commotion got the several guards attention that happened to be in that area , so they were after him to. Matt ran down the street he did not know. Leaping over barrels and buckets and other things that happened to be in his way. At some point he collided into a watermelon stand, and now carried its sent. It became increasingly hard to dodge people, as he began to attract more attention. Matt's mind screamed, maybe he should try to give the apple back. Then he glanced behind him and changed his mind. It appeared like the people wanted him dead. That in itself was not the most comforting part as he glanced at their withdrawn swords. Matt saw an alley to his left that he quickly turned on without thinking. His lungs felt like they were going to explode and his legs felt like they were just about ready to fall off. All this for an apple, he thought grimily to himself. That's when he ran straight into a wall. Panic flowed through him as he realized he reached a dead end.
'What a fitting way to die , either being beaten to death by crazy towns people, or being beaten almost to death then dragged to a jail cell were I spend all the rest of my life plotting to escape.'
" Doesn't he look like the Ishidan prince", a skinny lady mumbled to herself unaware that the others around her heard and began to mumble in agreement. The stolen apple now was forgotten as the people began to recognize him as something he did not recognize himself as. Matt looked at them strange, as far as he knew, his family had died and he was now living with his uncle. Prince! Nnnnooooo! After much murmuring the towns people seemed to come to a decision , and before he knew it , he was roughly ceased and dragged in the direction of the castle. By now he was trembling, if he ever got out of this alive Eliab would kill him. Matt feverishly struggled but to no avail. All seemed pointless now, but his uncle did teach him giving up was for the weak.
Suddenly the sound of pounding hooves could be heard, struggling Matt lifted up his head only to be picked up and dragged onto a horse. Matt began to struggle in his new captors grip , that was until the captor called his name and commanded him not to struggle. Matt then knew that that was his uncle, of all the people. From where Matt was held , he could see the images of his captors lessening. As soon as they were in a safe distance Matt was roughly thrown on the ground. Eliab looked to angry to speak, that was a bad thing. As soon as the boy stood up, he was slapped so viciously he reunited with the ground. Where , when he attempted to get up again, he was kicked. Needless to say, despite Matt's efforts to stand ,Eliab made it unpossible for a five minute span. Matt never did stand up on his own on the way home, after his uncle was finished with him he was dragged unto the horse again. They returned home at dusk.
*
It was night now, and since Matt couldn't sleep he went outside to train. Day after day Matt would mindlessly train to become the perfect soldier, master of the sword, the prince of assigns, king of thieves,(although from what happened today, he knew Eliab would mindlessly train him in that one) Matt was being drilled in every known aspect of weaponry. The process was painful and tiring, but Eliab continued to insist it was for his own good. From that day on Matt learned to hide his emotion, those made one weak was what Eliab told him. And just like when Eliab told him not to go to town , Eliab was most likely right. So Matt hid his feelings under an emotionless mask.
Matt knew their was more about his life than he knew and one day, he promised himself he would find out.
Most of his past remained hidden, that would soon become forgotten memories. And forgotten memories do come back to haunt you.
Because…
the next day Matt and Eliab moved.
It belongs to some big rich umm.. company.
Hidden Pasts Chapter six
Stolen Memories
*Months later*
As usual Matt watched the town, so much transpired there. Eliab had never let him in the town, much less talk to people. According to his rules , that was forbidden. One day he knew he was going to go their any way , and this was the day. There was no way Eliab could watch him all the time, just most the time. And today was the elected day he decided that Eliab wasn't watching him. Besides he had even heard his uncle say that he was going to take care of some business that day. Uncle, that's what Eliab had told Matt he was. Strange though, they held almost no resemblance. The only visible resemblance Matt saw was that his "uncle" happened to have blue eyes.
Matt walked down the twisting road that led to the town, he had in mind what time he was required to be back without his uncle noticing him. Therefore he walked quickly, time was limited.
As Matt entered the town , he marveled at the people running to and from on their daily tasks. Why did Eliab tell him not to go to this place anyway, he saw nothing wrong with it. As he walked pass he tried to stay out of everybody's way, but that was difficult . As one person yelled at him to move one place, another told him to move again. But after a short while the boy began to get use to his surroundings. He saw stand keepers yelling that their food was better than their neighbors, he saw people haggling over the prices of the clothing. Children were running through the crowds playing, and women were standing in small circles gossiping, this made the town a very noisy place. It was noisier if you were in the market which was exactly where Matt was.
And that's when Matt noticed the apples. The red delicious apples the fat vendor was selling. Surely he wouldn't notice if he was missing one, there was nothing wrong with borrowing. Well not exactly borrowing,….sharing. Yeah, he would be sharing the fat mans apples, he didn't need the any way.
Creeping from behind, and dodging the towns peoples feet, Matt grabbed an apple and ran , praying no one had seen him. Sometimes God says no!
"Stop thief", he heard the man yell, getting surprised gasped from the people. And that's when people started chasing him. At first it was just the stand keeper, that was until he yelled ten shekels for the one who caught him. But it didn't stop their ,the commotion got the several guards attention that happened to be in that area , so they were after him to. Matt ran down the street he did not know. Leaping over barrels and buckets and other things that happened to be in his way. At some point he collided into a watermelon stand, and now carried its sent. It became increasingly hard to dodge people, as he began to attract more attention. Matt's mind screamed, maybe he should try to give the apple back. Then he glanced behind him and changed his mind. It appeared like the people wanted him dead. That in itself was not the most comforting part as he glanced at their withdrawn swords. Matt saw an alley to his left that he quickly turned on without thinking. His lungs felt like they were going to explode and his legs felt like they were just about ready to fall off. All this for an apple, he thought grimily to himself. That's when he ran straight into a wall. Panic flowed through him as he realized he reached a dead end.
'What a fitting way to die , either being beaten to death by crazy towns people, or being beaten almost to death then dragged to a jail cell were I spend all the rest of my life plotting to escape.'
" Doesn't he look like the Ishidan prince", a skinny lady mumbled to herself unaware that the others around her heard and began to mumble in agreement. The stolen apple now was forgotten as the people began to recognize him as something he did not recognize himself as. Matt looked at them strange, as far as he knew, his family had died and he was now living with his uncle. Prince! Nnnnooooo! After much murmuring the towns people seemed to come to a decision , and before he knew it , he was roughly ceased and dragged in the direction of the castle. By now he was trembling, if he ever got out of this alive Eliab would kill him. Matt feverishly struggled but to no avail. All seemed pointless now, but his uncle did teach him giving up was for the weak.
Suddenly the sound of pounding hooves could be heard, struggling Matt lifted up his head only to be picked up and dragged onto a horse. Matt began to struggle in his new captors grip , that was until the captor called his name and commanded him not to struggle. Matt then knew that that was his uncle, of all the people. From where Matt was held , he could see the images of his captors lessening. As soon as they were in a safe distance Matt was roughly thrown on the ground. Eliab looked to angry to speak, that was a bad thing. As soon as the boy stood up, he was slapped so viciously he reunited with the ground. Where , when he attempted to get up again, he was kicked. Needless to say, despite Matt's efforts to stand ,Eliab made it unpossible for a five minute span. Matt never did stand up on his own on the way home, after his uncle was finished with him he was dragged unto the horse again. They returned home at dusk.
*
It was night now, and since Matt couldn't sleep he went outside to train. Day after day Matt would mindlessly train to become the perfect soldier, master of the sword, the prince of assigns, king of thieves,(although from what happened today, he knew Eliab would mindlessly train him in that one) Matt was being drilled in every known aspect of weaponry. The process was painful and tiring, but Eliab continued to insist it was for his own good. From that day on Matt learned to hide his emotion, those made one weak was what Eliab told him. And just like when Eliab told him not to go to town , Eliab was most likely right. So Matt hid his feelings under an emotionless mask.
Matt knew their was more about his life than he knew and one day, he promised himself he would find out.
Most of his past remained hidden, that would soon become forgotten memories. And forgotten memories do come back to haunt you.
Because…
the next day Matt and Eliab moved.